I pretend you sit in front of me,
I know this conversation well (well),
Back and forth between reality,
And what I believe is all I have,
Words a just a form of emptiness,
When there's no one there to hear, me,
I see the bottom of this empty glass,
It's staring back, and I can feel the pain,
I see tomorrow in your eyes,
I'm learning to hold my head up high
This fascination with what might have been,
Always seems to leave me cold,
I've gone so far, and now I'm back again,
I need to be alive, that's all I know,
I see tomorrow in your eyes,
I'll take it in stride (After all these years),
I'm learning to hold my head up high, I'm learning
I will hold up my hands, When I don't think I can,
I'll take it in stride (After all these years),
I'm learning to hold my head up high